|There is no problem so great that a little Supernatural|
can't fix it.
I gave you the sugar coated version of how it transpired that I started working full time again, and I think its time I was open about exactly how it went down. I explained it as not being "malicious" or "ultimatum-y", which was not entirely true. No, they were not malicious, but the exact words were "We have 2 open tech positions and 3 very qualified applicants all willing to work full time. We wanted to, of course, give you the opportunity to take on that full time position before offering it to them, because you are a valued member of our staff." That sounds an AWFUL lot like "either you go full time or someone else gets your job who will." I guess I've never looked up the actual definition of ultimatum, but it seems like that must fit the bill.
And the truth of my life is that since I went full time I have been kind of miserable. Actually, mostly miserable; Because I have such a shitty reaction to my meds, I have to take them when I won't have to work the next day. So if I'm working 5 days straight a week, and I have to give up 1 day to side effects then that means I only have 1 day to get all my shit done. So when does that leave for my body to recuperate?
Never. The answer to that question would be never. And that caught up to me. Don't get me wrong, I truly wish with all my heart that I could work full time. The paycheck is way better, and you don't realize how boring laying at home alone all day is until you've had to do it repeatedly. Although, on the upside, I have read like seven or eight books thanks to all of that exhaustion. But that great paycheck doesn't help to pay off the debt to my body.
So despite how much I love my office, my doctors, I had to make the difficult decision to put in my notice. Once I had an offer from an office that could give me part time, I went to the office manager and made it simple; They had been considering letting those of us who wanted to go part time actually do it, so I asked where they stood on that decision. He said he would have to get with the head tech and talk about it. So I sat down and calmly told him that I had an offer from another office who could accommodate me. He said he would talk to the tech that day and have an answer for me. That answer was, not surprisingly, a big old "enjoy the new digs!" (I mean, not literally. Obviously I've taken creative license with his words there. I don't for the life of me remember what exactly was said, but the end result was that they didn't want to keep me.)
It's kind of like a divorce; I still love the doctors, I wish it had worked out, but love doesn't always conquer all. And the truth is that I live with a degenerative disease, which means that over time it will only get worse, but I can influence how quickly that happens. So now I'm on to bigger and better things. I hope. It's so scary to try something new.
As a side note, one of the other girls who was given the letter about part time that I received was told she could go part time the day after I put in my notice. How quaint and not at all obvious.